Ten seconds. That’s how long it took for me to decide that this early-morning diner waitress was going to be the next lucky girl to hop onto my princely d*ck. Most of the time I don’t even have to ask. His Royal Hardness has a reputation that precedes the rest of me, though not by much — and girls from all over the kingdom and just dying for a ride. Not her. This girl runs away, and I’m left standing there like an *sshole. Now all I’ve got is the memory of her perfect body, luscious lips, and devious smile — but not her name.